0.3 | The Boy Who Annoys Me ✔️

Chapter 3

New Romantics - Taylor Swift

Chapter 3

Word count: 1801

  "There's no place like home"

- What film is this from??  

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The next day, I woke up in my room in a bad mood. Firstly, the occupant of the room next door to me, Cathy, decided to have an argument with her boyfriend. When Cathy argues with her boyfriend - which happens a lot - they go on for hours, screaming at each other. I'm honestly shocked she never has a sour throat the next day. 

When I don't get a minimum of eight hours sleep, I'm extremely cranky. It's not pleasant for anyone. Especially, not for Sadie. That girl absolutely hates seeing me in the morning. 

My body rolls on the bed, with my eyes trained on the poster glued to my ceiling. Chris Hemsworth's gorgeous face stares back at me. What can I say? He is drop-dead handsome. I'd like to look at his face any day of the week. 

My peaceful thinking and daydreams come to a halt when my phone chimes on the table beside me. With a groan, I fling my hand over to the direction of the table whilst continuing to stare at Chris Hemsworth. He's the motivation I need to start the day and get my out of this sour mood. Along with the killing of Cathy. 

"Wake up bitch!" I hear Sadie shout on the other side of the door, aggressively. I refrain myself from rolling my eyes at her choice of words. Sadie tends to refer to me in that way. It's her way of showing me her love. 

"Ugh," I groan, grabbing the pillow beneath my head and stuffing it into my face. Sadie takes my almost silent reply as a cue for her to barge into my room. For some unknown reason, I gave her my room key. Okay, it's not unknown. She was helping me back one night - I was drunk. Very drunk - and she took my key. The next day, waking up with a banging headache, Sadie was by my side giving me a cup of water whilst informing me she got a key cut for herself so that if she had to help me back when I'm drunk, she won't have to ask me for the key. 

In all of her purple-haired glory, Sadie stands in my room, giving me her most displeased look. What did I do this time?

"Up," she commands, putting her hands on her hips. "Now." 

With a huff, I sit up on my bed. "What did I do?" 

Sadie eyes me and raises an eyebrow. 

"Are you really going to ask me that?" She asks, well, screeches. My poor ears hurt from how high pitched it is. And people said I screech loudly. "Huh? Huh?"

"Sadie, how much caffeine have you had?" I ask her in a bored tone. 

Sadie stamps her foot, childishly. "Dammit Renny, I'm angry at you. It's not caffeine." 

What the hell is she on about? 

Lazily, I get out of bed and stand up, stretching my limbs. With an angry expression, she taps her foot on my floor and crosses her arms over her chest. She's giving me her infamous 'I am so pissed at you right now I want to punch you' face. 

"Okay Sadie, whatever I did, I'm sure its a misunderstanding on your part." I declare. 

Sadie scoffs. "Misunderstanding on my part?" She repeats, bitterly. "You like a guy and didn't tell me!"